The Priest by Rayshawn

'Why you are reading this right now, I have no idea, but anyway, on with the story. I am but a simple priest who does human sacrifices. I have never wanted to be the one who has kill innocent people, but that is the only profession I knew how to do. Anyway, after I left the house to avoid watching babysitter cook my son, and his screams of pain, I wandered around while on the way to the great temple, when I noticed a man walking around with WHITE skin. I asked him,”Who are you?” and he replied with,”qué dijiste?” . I had no idea what he meant, so I walked away from him to get to the great temple on time. I passed many other people, some with pale skin, saying things like,”nosotros hemos capturado Montezuma, ¿Es eso una buena idea?

” When I reached the great temple, I saw how many people we were going to sacrifice today. Today, my job was to actually cut out the heart and let it fly away. I was always very squamish with that, but right after I killed the first person, those pale people started yelling things like,”deja de sacrificar humanos!” Or, “¡catecúmeno!” Naturally, I did not understand an word of what they were saying, but when they took out their weaponry, I was scared. They had had enormous metal sticks, big cylinders with holes in it, and bows that had no feathers. I panicked when they began shooting at people. I ran back home, and burst into the door.”We have to leave now!” I yelled to the babysitter, so they grabbed necessities, and we ran. Unfortunately, we left our son cooking, but at that point nobody cared. Warriors were everywhere, and they were attacking those pale men on sight. We ran, and took the causeways, and escaped into the jungle. “Maybe we should set up camp?” after we had been wandering for a few hours.”No, I’m going to go back to Tenochtitlan and take my chances,”and she left. Luckily, I thought of bring some portable building supplies. I also brought along a codex manual on how to start a fire, build an house, things like that. Following the instructions, I wondered who those white skinned men were, and why they were here. I thought about heading to the near village where Tlaxcalans lived. I lay down on the floor (which was surprisingly soft) and thought about what to do the next day. I woke up to a sweltering heat. I sat up, and panic shot through me, when I saw my mistake. I had forgotten to extinguish the fire, an it started a gigantic one. I looked around an luckily, I had build myself a fire on the other side of the bankside, so I was safe, but it was spreading across the bridge. I quickly packed up and ran. Luckily, there was another river to cross. Unfortunately, there was no bridge. I jumped into the water, and my first sensation was cold. I think that you may have thought it would have been a good idea, to take a break from the heat, but no. It was so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so cold. I luckily, managed to figure out how to swim after treading water for a minute, and swam across the river, just as I reached the other side I heard a moo sound. I looked around and saw a lone llama. I hopped on it llama, and he ran. I checked which direction we went with the sun, and I was going east, just the direction I needed. I hopped off when I saw smoke. I saw an small town, and asked a villager what I had to do to live here an he said,”habla español” I walked around and saw many of those pale men, luckily seeming less bloodthirsty. I went around, and found a place to build my home. I sighed, knowing I was safe at last, but still wondering if my son was still being cooked., or if he had been removed by those pale men.